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You may have seen the controversial scene in Skyfallso controversial, in fact, that it was nearly cut from the film—in which the epicene Silva unbuttons Bond's shirt (Bond, of course, being tied to a chair at the time) and runs his finger slowly down Bond's chest.

“There's a first time for everything, James Bond,” he says.

Bond, of course, remains utterly unfazed.

“What makes you think it's the first time?” he asks coolly.

Was this, did you wonder at the time, mere Bondian bravado?

Or was it something more?

Let me tell you the story of James Bond's first and truest love, the beautiful Lin Yu Xian, and how his tragic, and premature, death made our James the man that he was to become.

(If you're wondering what any this has to do with Pagan Culture, my friend, let me suggest that you may want to consider getting out a little more often. Same-sex love is always inherently pagan.)

It all started when young James was only 16...

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Monday Morning Spell for New Beginnings

This spell can be used to meet someone new or to bring on a new phase in an existing relationship. On a Monday morning before dawn, light one pink and one blue candle. Touch each candle with lily, freesia, or jasmine oil. Lay a lily on your altar with some catnip. Place a lapis lazuli stone in front of the lily, and a glass of water atop a mirror. Chant:

Healing starts with new beginnings.
My heart is open, I’m ready now.
Today, a new Love I will meet.
Goddess, you will show me how.
So mote it be.

Drink a cup of hot honeyed cinnamon tea that you stirred counterclockwise with a cinnamon stick. Sprinkle the powdered version of this charismatic spice on the threshold of your front door and along your entry path. When the cinnamon powder is crushed underfoot, its regenerative powers will help you start a fresh chapter in your love life.

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high school Archives - JSTOR Daily


I lost a lot of high-school friends to the so-called Jesus Revolution.

We were all searching for Truth in those days. (It's a very high school kind of thing to do.) My identity as a pagan was already well-formed by then; I wanted nothing of their neo-con return to their parents' ways that they thought was so radical—there was nothing revolutionary about the Jesus revolution—or their embrace of feeling at the expense of thought.  Me, I wanted both.

(For the same reason, I'll never forgive Bob Dylan for his sometime embrace of Christian Fundamentalism. The attractions of Christianity I can well understand, but why choose the stupidest kind? Some betrayals are deeper than others.)

Those were my friend friends. My thinking friend I lost to yet another conversion. There's no Existentialist like a high-school Existentialist.

J__ was a self-taught intellectual. (It certainly had nothing to do with our high school curriculum.) He kept preaching at me (gods, I hate preaching) about the great German philosopher Nitchsky, and Frenchmen Ondry Giddy and Jean (rhymes with "bean")-Paul Sart (rhymes with "fart"). “Who put the 'stench' in Existentialism?” I kept teasing. J__ was not amused. Nor was he impressed with my observation—pagans being the People of the Long View—that fad philosophies come and go, “Existence precedes essence” being only the most recent, and certainly not the last, of that bandwagon parade. No, he thought that he'd found Truth.

(Eventually, the need for community won out over conviction, and J__ went crawling back to his natal Evangelicalism. So time makes cowards of us all.)

So in those days, I was a pagan alone. The lake, the woods, and the deer in the woods pulled me through, as they always have, but my post-high school life became a quest for my People.

Not Truth, then, for me, but the True.

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Kveldulf Gundarsson aka Dr. Stephen Grundy aka Sigmundr Hawkonson has gone to stay with the ancestors. As reported on social media and on various news sites, he died suddenly a week ago.

In a public post, Kveldulf's wife Melodi has announced a worldwide public event, Lift Your Glass, for the evening of October 8th, 2021.  It's not an online meeting, there is nothing to join or post, one just raises a toast.

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    I think so, yes.
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    I know that one of Odin's titles was Lord of the Spear, and that he hung himself on Yggdrasil for 9 days. By any chance was Kveld

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Heart Healing Charm

The Friday before the new moon—Venus’ Day—is the perfect time to create a new opportunity and clear away relationship “baggage.” Place a bowl of water on your altar. Light two rose-scented pink candles and a gardenia or vanilla-scented white candle. Burn amber incense in between the candles. Sprinkle salt on your altar cloth and ring a bell, then recite aloud:

Hurt and pain are banished this night;
fill this heart and home with light.

Ring the bell again. Toss the bowl of water out your front door, and love troubles should drain away.

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Harbor Home: The Safety of Return

The Minoans were a seafaring people. They traveled, explored, and traded all over the Mediterranean Sea and possibly beyond it. But that sea travel wasn't a year-round thing. It had a season.

In the Mediterranean, even now, the winter is not the best time to be out on a boat. The winds can be harsh, the water choppy, the weather unpredictable. It was far more dangerous back in the Bronze Age, before the era of long-distance communication and meteorology. The Minoans had a positive relationship with Grandmother Ocean, but they were skilled enough sailors to know better than to push it. Nature is bigger than we are.

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My friend Ramkishor and I have spent many fruitful (and pleasurable) hours discussing religious observance and practice. From him, and from his tradition, I have learned much over the years. To cite only one example: here in the West, our traditions of temple worship were lost long ago; as we rebuild the temples of the West, we need to start somewhere as we relearn what we need to know.

Nonetheless, when he invited me over to discuss the scripture on which his iteration of "Hinduism"—in this case, the Srimad Bhagavatam (he worships Krishna)—I had to respectfully decline.

“I'm a pagan,” I told him. “Pagans have a profound distrust of Scripture.”

I did not tell him that I think that Book religions are inherently baneful.

I did not.

Collections of hymns: that's where pagan religions draw the line. The Homeric hymns, the Rig Veda: fine. The Vedic religion, which the hymns of the Rig Veda articulate, is pagan. The dharmic religions that ultimately grew out of it—"Hinduism", of course, being a (colonial) term of convenience for the kindred but differing religious traditions of the Subcontinent—is not.

(In my opinion, the Hinduisms ceased to be pagan during the Upanishadic period, when they became world-denying.)

Book religions have perpetrated much wrong in the world. Indubitably they have spread homophobia to places where it never existed before. Why, one might ask, are Book religions so destructive?

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    In "Heirs to Forgotten Kingdoms" Gerard Russell mentions a Mandaean demon named Dinanukht who is half man and half book and "sits

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